Most honoured Timon,
It hath pleased the gods to remember my father’s age
And call him to long peace.
He is gone happy and has left me rich.
Then, as in grateful virtue I am bound
To your free heart, I do return those talents,
Doubled with thanks and service, from whose help
I derived liberty.
My most honored Timon, the gods have graciously remembered my father in his old age and called him to a peaceful rest. He departed contentedly and left me wealthy. So in grateful repayment for your generosity, I return these talents to you, doubled with thanks and service, since it was your help that freed me.
My lord, the gods were kind to my father in his final years and let him die happy — and he left me rich. So I'm giving these talents back to you, doubled. It's the least I can do, since you're the one who saved me when I needed it.
my father died happy he left me rich so i'm giving back what you gave me doubled it's only fair
O, by no means,
Honest Ventidius. You mistake my love.
I gave it freely ever, and there’s none
Can truly say he gives if he receives.
If our betters play at that game, we must not dare
To imitate them; faults that are rich are fair.
No, absolutely not, honest Ventidius. You misunderstand my love. I gave freely and always have — and there's no one who can truly say they give if they're expecting something back in return. If the rich and powerful play that game, we shouldn't dare imitate them. The wealthy can afford their faults; theirs look fine.
No way, Ventidius. You've got me wrong. I gave that money to you because I wanted to, no strings attached. Anyone who gives with the expectation of getting paid back isn't really giving at all. Yeah, the rich people do that constantly — turn charity into a business. But we shouldn't copy that.
i gave it freely no repayment true generosity means no return the rich can afford their games we can't
A noble spirit!
What a noble heart!
Now that's real nobility.
now that's noble
Nay, my lords, ceremony was but devised at first
To set a gloss on faint deeds, hollow welcomes,
Recanting goodness, sorry ere ’tis shown;
But where there is true friendship there needs none.
Pray, sit, more welcome are ye to my fortunes
Than my fortunes to me.
No, my lords, ceremony was only invented in the first place to polish weak deeds, to cover hollow welcomes, to retract goodness after it's shown its face. But where there is true friendship, none of that is needed. Please, sit down — my fortunes welcome you more than you welcome my fortunes.
Look, my lords, ceremony was invented to make bad behavior look good — to cover up fake kindness and excuses. But real friendship doesn't need any of that garbage. Sit down. You being here means more to me than anything I own.
ceremony's for fake people with fake friendships true friendship needs nothing you matter more than my stuff
My lord, we always have confessed it.
My lord, we have always acknowledged it.
Of course, my lord. We've always known that about you.
we always have sir
Ho, ho, confessed it? Hanged it, have you not?
Ha, acknowledged it? Hanged it, more like — haven't you denied it?
Right, acknowledged it? More like you hung it out to dry while pretending you didn't know what he was doing.
acknowledged? more like you pretended not to see
O Apemantus, you are welcome.
Oh Apemantus, I'm very glad you're here.
Apemantus, great to see you!
apemantus hey
No,
You shall not make me welcome.
I come to have thee thrust me out of doors.
No, you won't make me welcome. I've come to have you throw me out of doors.
No, don't bother. I'm here so you can kick me out.
don't make me welcome i came here to be thrown out
Fie, thou’rt a churl, ye’ve got a humour there
Does not become a man; ’tis much to blame.
They say, my lords, _ira furor brevis est_,
But yond man is ever angry.
Go, let him have a table by himself,
For he does neither affect company,
Nor is he fit for it indeed.
Shame, you're a churl — you have a temperament that doesn't suit a man; it's quite wrong. They say, my lords, anger is a brief madness, but this man is always angry. Go, let him have his own table — he neither wants company nor is he fit for it.
Come on, you're just a grouch. That temper doesn't work for anyone. You know what they say — anger passes quick, but you? Always furious. Here, sit over there by yourself. You don't want people around anyway, and frankly, they don't want you around.
you're a churl anger that doesn't fit a man it's not your style sit alone you don't want us we don't want you
Let me stay at thine apperil, Timon.
I come to observe; I give thee warning on’t.
Let me stay at your own risk, Timon. I'm here to observe, and I give you warning of that.
Let me stay if you want to take the risk, Timon. I'm just here to watch and judge, and you've been warned.
let me stay if you dare i'm watching fair warning
I take no heed of thee. Thou’rt an Athenian, therefore, welcome. I
myself would have no power; prithee; let my meat make thee silent.
I pay you no mind. You're an Athenian, so you're welcome. I myself have no authority — please, let my food make you silent.
I don't care what you think. You're from Athens, so welcome. I have no real power — just eat and shut up.
i don't pay attention to you you're athenian so welcome let food do the talking
I scorn thy meat, ’twould choke me, for I should ne’er flatter thee. O
you gods, what a number of men eats Timon, and he sees ’em not! It
grieves me to see so many dip their meat in one man’s blood; and all
the madness is, he cheers them up too.
I wonder men dare trust themselves with men.
Methinks they should invite them without knives.
Good for their meat, and safer for their lives.
There’s much example for ’t. The fellow that sits next him, now parts
bread with him, pledges the breath of him in a divided draft, is the
readiest man to kill him. ’T has been proved. If I were a huge man, I
should fear to drink at meals,
Lest they should spy my wind-pipe’s dangerous notes.
Great men should drink with harness on their throats.
I scorn your meat — it would choke me because I would never flatter you. Gods, what a number of men eat at Timon's table, and he doesn't see them for what they are! It grieves me to see so many dip their bread in one man's blood. And the worst part is, he cheers them on while they do it. I wonder how men dare trust each other at all. It seems to me they should invite each other without knives — that would be safer for their bodies and better for their food. There are many examples of this. The man sitting next to him right now shares bread and a drink with him, passing the cup between them from the same vessel — and he's the most likely man to kill him. It's been proven. If I were a big man, I'd be afraid to drink at meals for fear they'd see my throat, the place where my life flows. Great men should drink while wearing armor to protect their throats.
I wouldn't eat your food — it'd make me sick because I refuse to kiss up to you like these people do. Look at all these men eating at Timon's table — he doesn't understand what they actually are. It's disgusting watching them soak their bread in this guy's blood, basically. And he's buying their friendship while they plan his destruction. How do people trust each other at all? They should meet without weapons if they want to be safe. The guy sitting right next to him is probably his biggest threat. They're literally sharing wine, and that guy's the first one who'll turn on him — history proves it. If I were a big guy, I'd wear armor just to drink wine safely. Keep your throat protected.
i won't eat this i won't flatter you these men eat his blood and he cheers them on how can anyone trust anyone the man next to you will kill you wear armor when you drink
My lord, in heart, and let the health go round.
My lord, here's to your health — let it go around.
To your health, my lord. Drink up and pass it on.
to your health let it go around
Let it flow this way, my good lord.
Let the wine pour in this direction, my good lord.
Pour it this way, my lord.
pour it here
Flow this way? A brave fellow! He keeps his tides well. Those healths
will make thee and thy state look ill, Timon.
Here’s that which is too weak to be a sinner,
Honest water, which ne’er left man i’ the mire.
This and my food are equals, there’s no odds.
Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods.
_Apemantus’ grace_
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf,
I pray for no man but myself.
Grant I may never prove so fond
To trust man on his oath or bond,
Or a harlot for her weeping,
Or a dog that seems a-sleeping,
Or a keeper with my freedom,
Or my friends if I should need ’em.
Amen. So fall to’t.
Rich men sin, and I eat root.
Flow this way? Brave fellow! He keeps the tides flowing well. These toasts will make your reputation and your wealth look bad, Timon. Here's this water — weak, too fragile to be sinful, honest water that has never left a man broke. This and my food are equals; there's no difference between them. Feasts are too proud to give thanks to the gods. This is Apemantus's grace: Immortal gods, I ask for no money, I pray for no one but myself. Grant that I never become so foolish As to trust a man on his oath or bond, Or a prostitute for her tears, Or a dog that just seems to sleep, Or a guard who promises me freedom, Or my friends if I should need them. Amen. Now go eat. Rich men sin, and I eat roots.
Flow this way? That's fancy. This guy really knows how to keep things moving. But Timon, all these toasts are going to wreck your reputation and bankrupt you. Meanwhile, here's water — pure, harmless, it'll never hurt anyone. Same as my food. That's all I need. These fancy feasts are too self-important to even thank the gods. So here's my prayer: Gods, I don't want money. I pray only for myself. Never let me be dumb enough To trust anybody's word or deal, Or any woman's tears, Or a lazy dog, Or a jailer, Or my own friends when I'm in trouble. Amen. Now eat. Rich men steal and lie, I just eat dirt.
these toasts will wreck you timon water is purer than wine feasts are too proud to give thanks gods grant i never trust no bonds no tears no friends no one rich men sin i eat roots
Much good dich thy good heart, Apemantus!
May your good heart do much good, Apemantus.
You've got a good heart, Apemantus.
ur good heart's solid
Captain Alcibiades, your heart’s in the field now.
Captain Alcibiades, your heart is out on the battlefield now.
Alcibiades, you're thinking about war, not this party.
your heart's in the field not here
My heart is ever at your service, my lord.
My heart is always at your service, my lord.
My heart's yours always, my lord.
always at your service
You had rather be at a breakfast of enemies than a dinner of friends.
You would rather attend a breakfast surrounded by enemies than a dinner surrounded by friends.
You'd take war with enemies over a meal with friends any day.
enemies at breakfast beats friends at dinner
So they were bleeding new, my lord, there’s no meat like ’em. I could
wish my best friend at such a feast.
When they're fresh from bleeding, my lord, there's no meat like it. I could wish my best friend were here at such a feast.
Fresh from the battlefield, my lord — that's the best food. I'd want my best friend here for this kind of meal.
bleeding fresh that's the best meat wish my best friend was here for this
Would all those flatterers were thine enemies then, that then thou
mightst kill ’em, and bid me to ’em.
If only all those flatterers of yours were your enemies instead — then you could kill them and invite me to that feast.
I wish all these ass-kissers were enemies so you could kill them and we could feast on them instead.
wish these flatterers were your enemies so you could kill them and feed them to me
Might we but have that happiness, my lord, that you would once use our
hearts, whereby we might express some part of our zeals, we should
think ourselves for ever perfect.
If we only had the luck that you would once command us with your needs — so we might show part of our zeal — we would think ourselves forever blessed.
If you'd just let us do something for you, my lord — give us a chance to show how loyal we are — we'd feel perfect.
let us do something for you let us show how devoted we are
O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided
that I shall have much help from you. How had you been my friends else?
Why have you that charitable title from thousands, did not you chiefly
belong to my heart? I have told more of you to myself than you can with
modesty speak in your own behalf. And thus far I confirm you. O you
gods, think I, what need we have any friends if we should ne’er have
need of ’em? They were the most needless creatures living, should we
ne’er have use for ’em, and would most resemble sweet instruments hung
up in cases, that keep their sounds to themselves. Why, I have often
wished myself poorer that I might come nearer to you. We are born to do
benefits, and what better or properer can we call our own than the
riches of our friends? O, what a precious comfort ’tis to have so many,
like brothers, commanding one another’s fortunes. O joy’s e’en made
away ere’t can be born! Mine eyes cannot hold out water, methinks. To
forget their faults, I drink to you.
No doubt about it, my good friends. The gods themselves have arranged that I will have much help from you. How would you be my friends otherwise? Why would you have that charitable title from thousands if you didn't chiefly belong in my heart? I've spoken to myself more of you than you can modestly speak in your own defense. And I confirm you in this. Gods, I think, what need would we have for friends if we were never in need of them? They would be the most pointless creatures alive if we never used them — they'd just be like beautiful instruments locked in boxes, keeping their sounds to themselves. Why, I've often wished I were poorer so I could be closer to you. We are born to give benefits, and what better wealth can we call our own than the riches of our friends? O what a precious gift it is to have so many like brothers, each commanding the other's fortunes! Joy's escaping before it's even born! My eyes cannot hold back tears. To forgive their faults, I drink to you.
No question, my friends. The gods made sure I'd need you. Otherwise, how would you be my friends? Why'd you have that reputation for kindness from hundreds of people if you weren't my closest people? I've bragged about you guys more than you'd ever brag about yourselves. And I stand by it. Think about it — what good are friends if we never need anything from them? They'd just be pointless. Like violins locked in boxes, just sitting there, not making sound. I've wished I was poor so I could get closer to you. We're built to give, and what's better wealth than having rich friends? What a blessing to have so many brothers who share everything. Joy comes and goes before you can even catch it. Tears are coming. To forget what's wrong with you, here's to you.
i need you to be my friends what else are friends for if not to need else they're just boxes locked instruments i wish i was poor to be close to you your wealth is my wealth bros sharing everything my eyes water
Thou weep’st to make them drink, Timon.
You're crying to make them drink, Timon.
You're shedding tears so they'll get drunk.
tears to make them drink
Joy had the like conception in our eyes
And, at that instant like a babe sprung up.
Joy had the same thought in our eyes and sprang up at that moment like a newborn baby.
Joy hit us the same way — we all got teary at the same time, like babies being born.
same joy in our eyes born like a baby
Ho, ho! I laugh to think that babe a bastard.
Ha! I laugh to think that baby is a bastard.
Ha! That newborn joy is a bastard — born from nothing real.
that baby is a bastard fake joy
I promise you, my lord, you moved me much.
I promise you, my lord, you moved me greatly.
My lord, you really got to me.
you moved me my lord
Much!
Much!
Much! Right.
much
What means that trump?
What does that trumpet mean?
What's that trumpet?
trumpet?
How now?
What is it?
What's happening?
what?
Please you, my lord, there are certain ladies most desirous of
admittance.
If you please, my lord, there are certain ladies who very much wish to be admitted.
My lord, there are some ladies asking to come in.
ladies want in
Ladies? What are their wills?
Ladies? What do they want?
Ladies? What's their business?
ladies what
There comes with them a forerunner, my lord, which bears that office,
to signify their pleasures.
There comes before them a herald, my lord, who carries that role — to announce their desires.
They've sent a herald ahead to tell you what they want.
they sent a herald to say what they want
I pray, let them be admitted.
I ask that they be admitted.
Let them come in.
admit them
Hail to thee, worthy Timon, and to all
That of his bounties taste! The five best senses
Acknowledge thee their patron and come freely
To gratulate thy plenteous bosom. There
Taste, touch, all, pleased from thy table rise;
They only now come but to feast thine eyes.
Hail to you, worthy Timon, and to all who taste your gifts! The five senses themselves acknowledge you as their patron and come freely to celebrate your generous heart. They are satisfied by taste, touch, everything from your table. Now they come only to feast your eyes.
Greetings, noble Timon, and all who enjoy your gifts! The five senses themselves say you're their god and come to celebrate how generous you are. They've eaten and drunk their fill. Now we're here for the show.
hail to you worthy timon the five senses celebrate you feast your eyes
They’re welcome all, let ’em have kind admittance.
They are all welcome; let them receive a warm greeting.
They're all welcome - make sure they're treated well.
welcome them nicely
You see, my lord, how ample you’re beloved.
You see, my lord, how greatly you are beloved.
See how much people love you, my lord?
you're so loved
dancing and playing.
dancing and playing.
dancing and having fun.
dancing & playing
Hoy-day!
What a sweep of vanity comes this way.
They dance? They are madwomen.
Like madness is the glory of this life,
As this pomp shows to a little oil and root.
We make ourselves fools to disport ourselves,
And spend our flatteries to drink those men
Upon whose age we void it up again
With poisonous spite and envy.
Who lives that’s not depraved or depraves?
Who dies that bears not one spurn to their graves
Of their friend’s gift?
I should fear those that dance before me now
Would one day stamp upon me. ’T has been done.
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
What a wave of vanity comes this way! They're dancing? They're mad. This is what madness is — the glory of life — that this grand pomp is just like a little oil and root. We make ourselves fools so we can have fun. We spend our flattery on those men we'll later vomit upon with poisonous hatred and envy. Who lives that isn't either corrupted or corrupts others? Who dies and isn't spurned by their friends' gifts? I'd fear those who dance before me now would one day trample me. It's happened before. Men close their doors on the setting sun.
What a parade of vanity! Look at them dancing — they're insane. This is what life's glory really is — pomp that adds up to nothing, oil and dirt. We turn ourselves into clowns for entertainment. We flatter these guys, and later we vomit our hatred and envy all over them. Nobody's clean. Everyone either gets corrupted or corrupts. And your friends' gifts become curses when you die. These dancers now? They'll stamp on me when I'm down. It happens. Everyone shuts the door when the sun's setting.
vanity madwomen dancing glory is nothing we're fools flattery becomes hate every person depraved friends become enemies dancers will trample you setting sun doors close
You have done our pleasures much grace, fair ladies,
Set a fair fashion on our entertainment,
Which was not half so beautiful and kind.
You have added worth unto ’t and lustre,
And entertained me with mine own device.
I am to thank you for ’t.
You have honored our pleasure greatly, fair ladies. You've set a fine example for our entertainment, which was not even half as beautiful and kind before. You've added value and brilliance to it, and you've entertained me with what was already mine. I must thank you for it.
Ladies, you've made this party so much better. You've given it style and grace that it didn't have before. You've made it beautiful and kind. You brought something special to what I already had. I owe you thanks.
you honored this party gave it grace and beauty made it shine more than it had i thank you
My lord, you take us even at the best.
My lord, you're seeing us at our best.
My lord, you're catching us at our best.
at our best
Faith, for the worst is filthy and would not hold taking, I doubt me.
Truly, for the worst — it's filthy and wouldn't bear examination, I suspect.
Actually, at your worst you're pretty gross and wouldn't survive inspection.
at your worst filthy wouldn't hold up
Ladies, there is an idle banquet attends you,
Please you to dispose yourselves.
Ladies, there is a leisurely feast waiting for you. Please, make yourselves comfortable.
There's a feast set up for you. Go enjoy yourselves.
feast waiting enjoy yourselves
Most thankfully, my lord.
Most gratefully, my lord.
Thank you, my lord.
thankfully
Flavius!
Flavius!
Flavius!
flavius
My lord?
My lord?
My lord?
yes sir
The little casket bring me hither.
Bring me the small casket from here.
Get me that little box.
the casket
Yes, my lord. [_Aside_.] More jewels yet?
There is no crossing him in ’s humour;
Else I should tell him well, i’ faith, I should,
When all’s spent, he’d be crossed then, an he could.
’Tis pity bounty had not eyes behind,
That man might ne’er be wretched for his mind.
Yes, my lord. [Aside] More jewels? There's no stopping him when he's in this mood. Otherwise I should tell him straight — and I should — when it's all gone, he'd want to stop then, if he could. It's a shame that generosity doesn't have eyes looking behind, so that a man might never become wretched because of his nature.
Yes, sir. [Aside] More jewels? I can't argue with him when he's like this. I really should tell him the truth — I should — but when he's broke, he'll wish he could stop, only it'll be too late. Too bad generosity doesn't have hindsight, so men don't destroy themselves by being too kind.
more jewels i can't stop him i should tell him when it's gone he'll regret it if only generosity had eyes behind to prevent ruin
Where be our men?
Where are our servants?
Where are our men?
where's our staff
Here, my lord, in readiness.
Here, my lord, ready.
Here, sir, all set.
ready sir
Our horses!
Our horses!
Get the horses!
horses
O, my friends, I have one word
To say to you. Look you, my good lord,
I must entreat you, honour me so much
As to advance this jewel. Accept it and wear it,
Kind my lord.
My friends, I have one thing to say to you. Listen, my good lord, I must ask you to honor me by accepting this jewel. Take it and wear it, kind sir.
Wait, friends, one more thing. Good lord, please do me this honor — take this jewel and wear it. Please, sir.
one more thing my friends wear this jewel honor me
I am so far already in your gifts—
I'm already so deep in your gifts—
I'm already so full of your gifts—
already in your gifts
So are we all.
We have all received the same generous gifts from you.
We've all gotten gifts too.
we all did
My lord, there are certain nobles of the Senate
Newly alighted and come to visit you.
My lord, there are certain senators who have just arrived and come to visit you.
My lord, some senators just got here to see you.
senators are here
They are fairly welcome.
They are most welcome.
They're welcome.
welcome
I beseech your honour,
Vouchsafe me a word. It does concern you near.
I ask your honor, allow me a word. It concerns you nearly.
My lord, let me talk to you. It's important.
my lord can i speak it's urgent
Near? Why then, another time I’ll hear thee.
I prithee let’s be provided to show them entertainment.
Near? Then another time I'll hear you. I ask that we're prepared to welcome them properly.
Not now. I'll listen later. Just make sure we treat them well.
not now later prepare entertainment
[_Aside_.] I scarce know how.
I barely know how.
I have no idea how.
i dont know how
May it please your honour, Lord Lucius,
Out of his free love, hath presented to you
Four milk-white horses, trapped in silver.
If you please, your honor, Lord Lucius out of his genuine affection for you has given you four white horses decorated with silver trappings.
Your honor, Lord Lucius wants to give you a gift: four beautiful white horses with silver decorations.
lucius sent you white horses with silver
I shall accept them fairly; let the presents
Be worthily entertained.
I will accept them graciously; ensure that all gifts are treated with proper respect and care.
I'll take them gladly - make sure all these gifts are handled properly.
ill take them treat them well
How now? What news?
What's happening? What's the news?
What's going on? Any news?
whats up? what's new?
Please you, my lord, that honourable gentleman, Lord Lucullus, entreats
your company tomorrow to hunt with him and has sent your honour two
brace of greyhounds.
My lord, if you please, the honored gentleman Lord Lucullus asks that you come hunting with him tomorrow and has sent your honor two pairs of greyhounds.
Lord Lucullus—a fine gentleman—invites you hunting tomorrow. He's also sent you two pairs of greyhounds as a gift.
lucullus wants to hunt with you tomorrow he sent two greyhounds
I’ll hunt with him; and let them be received,
Not without fair reward.
I will go hunting with him, and make sure the greyhounds are received with proper compensation.
I'll hunt with him, and make sure whoever brought those dogs gets a good reward.
ill hunt reward them
[_Aside_.] What will this come to?
He commands us to provide, and give great gifts,
And all out of an empty coffer;
Nor will he know his purse or yield me this:
To show him what a beggar his heart is,
Being of no power to make his wishes good.
His promises fly so beyond his state
That what he speaks is all in debt; he owes
For every word. He is so kind that he now
Pays interest for ’t; his land’s put to their books.
Well, would I were gently put out of office
Before I were forced out.
Happier is he that has no friend to feed
Than such that do e’en enemies exceed.
I bleed inwardly for my lord.
What will come of this? He orders us to provide and give great gifts, all from an empty treasury. He won't even acknowledge his own situation or listen to me: he's like a beggar at heart, unable to make his wishes come true. His promises go so far beyond what he can afford that everything he says amounts to debt; he owes payment for every word. He is so generous that he's now paying interest on his generosity; his land is already mortgaged. I wish I could be gently removed from office before I'm forced out. A man with no friends to feed is happier than one whose enemies actually profit from him. My heart bleeds for my lord.
What's this gonna lead to? He's telling us to provide and give away huge gifts, and he has no money for it. He won't even acknowledge his own situation or listen to me: he's got the heart of a beggar, no power to make his wishes real. His promises are so big compared to what he actually has that everything he says is just debt—he owes money for every word. He's so generous he's actually paying interest now; his land is already mortgaged. I wish I could just step down gracefully before I'm forced out. A man with nobody depending on him is happier than someone like my lord. My heart is breaking for him.
what will happen? he gives gifts from empty coffers. hes like a beggar. all his promises r debt. my heart breaks
You do yourselves much wrong,
You bate too much of your own merits.
Here, my lord, a trifle of our love.
You're being too hard on yourselves and undervaluing your own worth. Here, my lord, a small token of my affection.
You're being too modest about your value. Here, take this - a little gift to show how much I care.
take this its for you
With more than common thanks I will receive it.
I will receive it with more than ordinary gratitude.
I'll accept it with heartfelt thanks.
thank you so much
O, he’s the very soul of bounty!
To our noble friend and patron!
To our noble Timon!
timon
And now I remember, my lord, you gave good words the other day of a bay
courser I rode on. ’Tis yours because you liked it.
Now I recall, you complimented my brown horse the other day. Since you admired it, it's yours now.
Oh, I just remembered - you were saying nice things about that brown horse I was riding. It's yours now since you liked it.
you liked my horse its yours
O, I beseech you, pardon me, my lord, in that.
My lord, I beg your pardon, but I cannot accept.
Your kindness is great, but I have to respectfully decline.
pardon me no thank you
You may take my word, my lord. I know no man
Can justly praise but what he does affect.
I weigh my friend’s affection with mine own.
I’ll tell you true, I’ll call to you.
You can trust what I'm saying, my lord. I know that no one can truthfully praise anything except what they genuinely care about. I judge my friends' feelings by my own feelings. I'm telling you the truth - I will definitely invite you.
You can count on what I'm saying. People only really praise the things they actually like. I measure my friends' feelings the same way I feel about things myself. I mean it - you'll definitely get an invitation.
im telling you truth ill invite you
O, none so welcome!
No one is more welcome than you!
No one is as welcome as you are!
no one like you
I take all and your several visitations
So kind to heart, ’tis not enough to give;
Methinks I could deal kingdoms to my friends,
And ne’er be weary. Alcibiades,
Thou art a soldier, therefore seldom rich.
It comes in charity to thee, for all thy living
Is ’mongst the dead, and all the lands thou hast
Lie in a pitched field.
I receive all your visits with such warmth that it's not enough to give once - I think I could give entire kingdoms to my friends without ever tiring. Alcibiades, you're a soldier so you're rarely wealthy. It's an act of compassion for you, because your life is spent among the dead and all your lands are just battlefields.
All your visits mean so much to me that I want to give more and more - I feel like I could hand out kingdoms to my friends forever. Look, Alcibiades, you're a soldier so you don't make much money. It's the least I can do for you, since you spend your whole life on battlefields and that's pretty much all you have.
you mean everything take what you need
Ay, defiled land, my lord.
Yes, land ruined by warfare, my lord.
Yes, the battlefields have destroyed it all.
yeah the land is wrecked
We are so virtuously bound—
We feel bound to you by such honorable obligation—
We're so deeply obligated to you—
were bound to you
And so am I to you.
And I feel the same way toward you.
And I feel exactly the same about you.
same here
So infinitely endeared—
So infinitely bound to you—
I'm so deeply bound to you—
infinitely bound to you
All to you. Lights, more lights!
All of it goes to you. Bring more lights!
Everything for all of you. More lights, please!
all yours more lights
The best of happiness, honour, and fortunes keep with you, Lord Timon.
May the best of happiness, honor, and good fortune stay with you always, Lord Timon.
May all good things - happiness, honor, and fortune - stay with you, Lord Timon.
may good things stay with you
Ready for his friends.
Always prepared and ready to help my friends.
Ready whenever my friends need me.
ready for them
What a coil’s here!
Serving of becks and jutting out of bums!
I doubt whether their legs be worth the sums
That are given for ’em. Friendship’s full of dregs.
Methinks false hearts should never have sound legs.
Thus honest fools lay out their wealth on curtsies.
What a commotion! Everyone bowing and bending in respect! I doubt those people are worth what they're paid. Friendship is full of trash. I think people with false hearts shouldn't be able to stand straight. So these honest fools waste their money just to show respect.
What a crazy scene! Everyone's bowing and scraping! I doubt those people are worth what they get paid. Real friendship is just garbage. Dishonest people shouldn't even be standing upright. These simple people are throwing their money away just to show respect.
everyones bowing its ridiculous they waste money
Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen,
I would be good to thee.
Apemantus, if you weren't so bitter and grumpy all the time, I would be very generous to you.
Apemantus, if you weren't so angry all the time, I'd be really good to you.
if you werent so angry id help
No, I’ll nothing, for if I should be bribed too, there would be none
left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldst sin the faster. Thou
giv’st so long, Timon, I fear me thou wilt give away thyself in paper
shortly. What needs these feasts, pomps, and vainglories?
No, I want nothing from you, because if I took bribes too, there would be no one left to criticize you, and then you'd do wrong even faster. You give so much, Timon - I fear you'll eventually give away yourself through debt. What's the point of all these feasts and displays of wealth?
No thanks, I don't want anything. If I took your money too, there'd be nobody left to call you out, and you'd just keep making mistakes faster. You give so much, Timon, I'm worried you're going to end up ruining yourself through debt. Why do you need all these fancy dinners and shows?
ill call you out stop the feasts theyre killing you
Nay, an you begin to rail on society once, I am sworn not to give
regard to you. Farewell, and come with better music.
No, if you start criticizing society and people, I've decided I'm not going to pay attention to you. Goodbye, and come back when you have a better attitude.
Look, if you're going to start complaining about society, I'm not going to listen. Take care, and come back when you're in a better mood.
stop complaining come back later
So. Thou wilt not hear me now, thou shalt not then.
I’ll lock thy heaven from thee.
O, that men’s ears should be
To counsel deaf, but not to flattery!
So be it. You won't listen to me now, and you won't listen later either. I'll keep happiness away from you. Oh, that people would be deaf to good advice but not to flattery!
Fine. You won't hear me now, and you won't listen later either. I'm locking you out of joy. It's sad - people's ears are deaf to real advice but always open to flattery!
youll regret this people love flattery
The Reckoning
The banquet scene shows Timon's generosity at its height and quietly makes clear that it can't last. Timon gives a speech about friendship as brothers 'commanding one another's fortunes' and weeps at his own words. He means every word, and that is the problem. Two voices undercut the celebration. Apemantus speaks openly: the guests 'dip their meat in one man's blood', and 'men shut their doors against a setting sun.' Flavius speaks in asides: the gifts come 'out of an empty coffer', and the lands are already mortgaged. Notice that Timon refuses repayment from Ventidius, the one man who offers it, and later refuses to hear Flavius. He shuts out every sign of the truth. The whole feast is a set-up for the reversal to come.
If this happened today…
You're the friend who always picks up the tab. Tonight you've rented the whole restaurant, and you're handing out presents because someone said they liked your watch. Everyone toasts you. One friend who owes you money tries to pay you back, and you wave it off because friends don't keep score. A cynical guest at the end of the table keeps muttering that none of these people would help you move house. Your accountant pulls at your sleeve twice to tell you your cards are maxed out. You tell her it can wait until tomorrow and order another round.